The weather here has been beautiful all week, which made me crave ribs. The grocery store answered with some big, luscious, fatty, beef ribs. I must confess, I prefer grilled beef ribs but these were oven baked (still haven't gotten a real grill for the new house.) The best part of beef ribs is feeling like a Flintstone chewing on a giant brontosaurus bone.

Beef ribs.

Ribs always remind me of my Uncle Bunny, so I used some of his secret rub. It's a lovely bright red colour, which makes me think it has paprika in it, maybe cayenne. Either way it's my favorite for ribs.

Beef ribs with Bunny's rub.

The rubbed ribs sat in the fridge overnight, and then went onto a rack, on a tray onto which I poured a can of PBR.

After a night in the fridge.

Covered with foil and then into the oven at 300 degrees for forty minutes, followed by another half hour at 400 degrees basting it with my favorite BBQ sauce of the moment (Fighting Cock) every 10 minutes or so.

Feeling like Fred Flintstone.

Nice tall glass of beer, some rice and peas and dinner is ready. I made way too many ribs. The leftovers (once stripped from the bone) made a really awesome hash with fried eggs for breakfast the next day.

And yes, if you're wondering, that is BBQ sauce on my camera lense.

Tobi

4/9/2010 12:17:57 am

yum

Sydney

4/9/2010 12:40:39 am

totally.

Michael

4/9/2010 02:58:19 am

Looks great Syd. Also, Fighting Cock makes a 103 proof bourbon, aged 6 years, that is relatively cheap but tastes great.I'll have to try their sauce. You, Ross, and Hans need to come to Michigan.